Valentina Worcester Whore ❤️

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So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

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Oh, my friend, lemme tell you about Worcester, za – it's one crazy mix of beauty and chaos, I tell ya! Lightbulb! I’ve been here for years, y’know – I’m a family psych, always watchin’ folks, listenin’ to their love dramas and laughing at life's absurdity. So here we go:

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